Patriot’s Heart

Lyrics

If you wanna see something patriotic there's a stripper He don't that look that good, but he's got an All-American smile That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars From all the lonely men who no one ever suffers Who wait around this bar and spend all their lonely hours They're already gone, no one's running for cover The farther you run away the more you have to hide in the dark White as the worm that crawls in the patriot's heart It is so red-white-and-blue the way he works the bar Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star And he don't care, babe, if you're worldly or wise He's just looking for men with sin in their eyes And he always says the same thing, he says "So how you doin' baby? I'm your rod and your staff And for a tip you can touch me And after a few tequilas, I become something holy In this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors and its mildewed ceiling I'm more full of love, yeah, than even natural selection And dollar-for-dollar babe, it's a better bargain The more you pay the more I can break you all apart." And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot's heart Now he knows that your good time will kill him But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him He says "give me all your money and don't tell me what you're thinking I'm the past you wasted, I'm the future you're obliterating Well c'mon grandpa, remind me what we're celebrating." That your heart finally dried up, or that it finally stopped working? And how you make a dead man come, you learned the undertakers' art And make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot's heart We all want a patriot's heart Yeah, give me your patriot's heart You can see him fade with the dawn in a pile of Washingtons His head in a spin, he's happy to pass out again He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him He would rather laugh alone in the dark with his 'soft hands of heaven' 'Cause they leave him alone with his entertainment system He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given And it's only when he's naked that he feels his heart In the whorehouse-desert of the patriot's heart We all want a patriot's heart We all want a patriot's heart